Part 2 — XI.
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THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA.
The empty pitcher to the pool She bore in listless mood: In haste she turned; the pitcher full Beside the water stood.
To her was heard the age's prayer: He sat upon the brink; Weary beside the waters fair, And yet He could not drink.
He begged her help. The woman's hand Was ready to reply; From out the old well of the land She drew Him plenteously.
He spake as never man before; She stands with open ears; He spoke of holy days in store, Laid bare the vanished years.
She cannot grapple with her heart, Till, in the city's bound, She cries, to ease the joy-born smart, "I have the Master found."
Her life before was strange and sad; Its tale a dreary sound: Ah! let it go—or good or bad, She has the Master found.